"The deuce he is! How do you come to be in charge of a prize, eh? What's your vessel?"
"The Glorieuse, sir!"
"Don't trifle, sir! I didn't ask you for French crack-jaw. Your own vessel, sir?"
"The Fury, sir," Jack responded.
"What! Are there two Furies? The only Fury I know was the cutter that that fool Blake allowed to be captured. Didn't they tell me she was carried into Boulogne?"
"Yes, sir, but we retook her."
"By George! I'm glad of it; a smart cutter, the fastest on the station. And you took a craft called the Glorieuse too, did you? What's your vessel, and who's your captain, and why isn't he here?"
"If you please, sir—"
"Answer my question, sir—a plain question and a plain answer."
"My vessel's the Fury, sir," replied Jack, "and it was the Fury captured the Glorieuse, a thirty-gun brig."